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[title] => Anonymous
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[bodytext] => Whatever killed him;
Sure wasn't old age. Found dead in his underwear by his side - a notepad, and some BBQ chicken wings. Last words of wisdom were; get toilet paper, toothpaste, beer - 1 six-pack. Maybe it surprised him, in the dead of night, to the dim light of scrambled nudity and a murdered potato-chip bag. Assumptions were made, and conclusions were drawn... But in the end, he was little more than a John Doe Dead in his drawes. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 556 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Emil [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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